swimming lessons (gfy)

Energy. So much energy. It overflows them, and Mercy is feeding on it. Fueled by it, emboldened, in the worst way. In every worst way. Savage, as she tears into the crocodile before her. Dully, she's aware of another sizing her up. They're everywhere, and there's so many of them. Focus, focus. Focus on the one before her, even if it feels like she's being hunted somewhere in the background.

Snarling and snapping, she's able to get closer to the soft underbelly of her primary target. Between Pyxis and Mercy, they're doing a good job of wearing the thing down. She can feel flesh giving way in the rear leg, blood beginning to drain from the bastard as she worked. All she needed to do was dodge a few more chomps from whatever stray fucker was staring her down, and they'd be home free.

"speech"